Clearance aisles are awesome. I don’t even have a ham but for fifty cents I’m gonna glaze something.
If pain is fear leaving the body, what gets the stupid out?
I don’t need two-day delivery. Whatever I order shows up the second I step outside the door in my underwear.
“What’s the going rate for a neighborhood kid?” is not the way to ask if anyone in the area is offering landscaping services. I know that now.
If every day is a gift, I’m going to return some of them. Store credit is fine.